Hearing Becca enter the room, she braced herself for what she knew was coming. As soon as her sister saw her, Sam was sure there would be questions. Despite knowing this, she didn't try to cover herself up, nor did she move to fully prepare for the onslaught. No, the older Cotes simply stayed where she was and waited. The television was on, though Sam couldn't tell you what show it was playing. Taking a deep breath as she heard Becca enter the room and greet her, the sound was silent as she decided how she was going to go about this. Finally, she figured she could pretend for as long as it took Becca to notice.
"Hey yourself," she said, forcing cheer into her otherwise tired voice. Of course, she should have known it would take no time at all for her sister to pick up on the marks. Her face was abuse-victim worthy. Turning to look, Sam kept an innocent expression on her face even though it was obvious she knew exactly what Becca was referring to.
"What? I have no idea what you mean. I didn't feel like wearing real clothes today."